DeSpain shrugged.
'Maybe Triple I screwed up. Clerks make mistakes. But I found out Sampson was in the army without asking.'
DeSpain stared directly at me. His eyes were without expression.
'I found the pictures in ten minutes.'
'So?'
'So you're covering up.'
The lines around DeSpain's mouth got deeper.
'You could get in bad trouble talking like that.'
'I could get in bad trouble eating shellfish in the Happy Haddock,' I said.
'Yeah.'
DeSpain wheeled his chair around and sat with his back to me staring out the window at the slate gray morning.
'No point trying to scare you off,' he said.
'I know about you.
Hasn't worked for Lonnie.'
He put one foot up on the windowsill and leaned further back in his chair. Outside his window the Port City Police Department had parked their cars in orderly rows, where the monotonous rain washed them bright.
'Still I'm the Chief of Police here. I got quite a lot of push, I really have to use it.'
'How come you left the state police?' I said.
'Chief in a small city like this one, sort of out by itself, if he's any good, can get a lot of control,' DeSpain said.
'How come you're not trying to find out who killed Sampson?'
I said.
'Starts by getting the chain of command in good working order, sifting out the discipline problems.'
'You in Wu's pocket?' I said.
'One thing you do is you make sure everything is hunky-dory up on the hill, streets are safe. Keep the Portagies and Slants out of the good neighborhoods.'
'You connected to Sampson? Jocelyn Colby? Rikki Wu?'
'You keep the living easy up on the hill, you can do most of what you want down here.' DeSpain's voice was a soft, flat rumble. He turned his chair slowly back toward me with an easy shove of his foot on the windowsill. He looked at me, his eyes as lifeless as ball bearings.
'You can do what you want down here.'
I waited. DeSpain waited. The rain drizzled on the neat row of black-and-whites in the lot.
'You got nothing to say to me?' I said.
'You got a chance now,' DeSpain said, 'to walk away. Take it. Walk. You keep following these tracks and you'll walk into a big nasty thing that'll eat you whole.'
The silence in the office was heavy. DeSpain and I looking at each other and not speaking. Finally I stood up.
'That's who I am, DeSpain. I'm a guy who follows tracks.'
'I know,' DeSpain said.
'I know.'
CHAPTER 35
We were in Hawk's car. Mei Ling was in front with him. I got in the back with Vinnie. Hawk looked at me in the mirror.
'DeSpain throw himself on your mercy?'
'And begged forgiveness,' I said.
'Tole you it was a waste of time,' Hawk said.
Mei Ling half turned in the front seat. She had on her slicker again and a slightly too big New York Yankees baseball cap, with an adjustable plastic strap in the rear. She had fed her black hair through the strap opening. It formed a flowing pony tail along her back. Under the large bill of the cap her black eyes looked too big for her face.
'You suspect the Police Chief, sir?'
'Yes, I do.'
She smiled.
'Why is that funny, Mei Ling?'
